The Pool Party
By WilliamSwift

You were finally there. Your friends informed you that going might not be the brightest idea, but here you were. Two days ago you had received an invitation to a pool party in the mail. Besides the place and the date, the letter also informed you that the majority of the partygoers were macro anthros. However, humans were encouraged to come, as many wanted humans and anthros to live peacefully together, and they felt that this party might get the two species closer together. You had recently made one friend who was an anthro, a shy black furred fox, but that was about it. Even he told you not to go, as there were many risks to those your size. But here you were. Luckily, you could easily slip under the mile tall front gate, and into the chaos that was the party.

Anthros dashed around the yard, several wearing bathing suits. You would have to be careful so as not to get trampled on. At one end of the yard you could see a table filled with various foods, as well as a few anthros sitting in lawn chairs to the right of it. If you were able to get over there, you could ask some of the mega-anthros for help. After all, making new friends who were over a mile tall could always help. Taking a deep breath, you started walking towards them, but under the chairs so as to remain safe. You had to be careful when walking on the edge of the pool, the cement was very slippery, and you could easily fall in. With several giants thrashing about in the water, there's no telling what would happen to you. Your thoughts were interrupted by a large shadow suddenly appearing on the ground. Looking up, you barely had enough time to register the gigantic foot coming down on you.

The giant paw slammed into you, and pinned you to the ground. Its sweaty stench started to overwhelm you, and you struggled to breathe. You looked up to see a muscular anthro lion sitting on one of the chairs, completely oblivious that your tiny body was under his foot. The sole pushed even further down, giving you less room to move. Fortunately for you, the fleshy surface of the feline's sole acted as a sort of cushion, and did not register any pain to your puny form. Without warning, the lion lifted his foot into the air, with you stuck to it by his sticky body fluids. He felt a small itch on his foot, and merely scratched a claw along it to get rid of the irritant. It was much worse for you, as you looked up to see a single claw the size of a small house dragging along the sweaty surface you were on. You braced yourself as the force of the claw slammed into you, sending you flying towards the lion.

Instead of landing on the hard cement floor, you were surprised to fall onto a soft surface. Letting out a sigh of relief, you tried to stand up. As you did so, the ground rose upwards, and fell with the sound of a gust of wind. You looked down to find that you were on the lion's bare stomach, which started to growl loudly. Meanwhile, the lion reached over to the small table next to him, where he had set his ice cream. He started to eat it, completely unaware that a small human was now climbing up his bare, muscled chest. After deciding to get the anthro's attention, you had become tired from climbing, and sat down on his furry chest in order to rest.

The lion scooped another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, enjoying the sensation of the cool, creamy dessert running down his tongue and into his throat. He then felt that same coldness on the skin of his neck, and discovered that he had accidently spilled some onto it. The liquid then ran down onto his chest, and the big cat extended his finger in order to scoop it up. You felt a cold, thick liquid run under and around you. It had a strange chocolate scent to it, and it only took a moment for you to identify it as ice cream. A gigantic finger suddenly came down to collect the spilled ice cream, and because of its stickiness, you were taken with it. Stuck to the feline's finger, you could do nothing as it lifted you up. You were lifted above the lion's head, and gasped as he revealed his cavernous maw. Strands of saliva connected the tongue to the palate, and almost looked like chains on a drawbridge as the feline's jaw opened. Pockets of saliva mixed with the few remaining puddles of melted ice cream. You winced as the lion's hot, smelly breath hit you, and watched in horror as his tongue reached out to greet you. It then licked off the finger, and you found yourself lying on the moist surface of the anthro's massive tongue. As the rows of sharp teeth surrounding you closed, you started panicking. You started to squirm around in hopes that the lion would notice you, but your efforts were wasted as he began to swallow.

The tongue tilted at a steep angle, and you slid into his wet throat. The muscular tube grew wider, welcoming you into the belly of the beast. After sliding down the esophagus, you landed in the thick stomach fluids. The foul smell made you want to faint, and you were knocked backwards by the lion patting his satisfied belly, not knowing it had more than ice cream inside of it. You would be outside of the lion's body soon enough, completely unharmed, but were forced to wait for now. Back outside, the lion joined in conversations with other anthros, deciding it would be best to wait for his food to settle before swimming in the pool. Trying not to think about what the trip through the lion's bowels would be like, you had one positive thought. Attempts to bring humans and anthros closer together had been very successful.